I like to think of myself as a relatively liberated woman. I was lucky enough to grow up in an era where girls were told “You can be anything you want to be” and constantly reassured that we were just as good as any boy out there.
Of course, the fact that reassurances like that were still necessary probably dates me more than I’d like, but I still count myself lucky. I’m a product of equal rights and equal pay (for the most part), while still having the vaguest recollection of a time when women didn’t have that.
So I have to admit when I read about the woman who has undertaken to make her boyfriend 300 sandwiches so that he’ll give her an engagement right, I kind of started to die a little inside.
Blogger Stephanie Smith garnered a lot of attention lately when she outed herself as the writer of a blog “Three Hundred Sandwiches”, all about her quest to convince her boyfriend to marry her by pandering to his strange obsession with being made sandwiches. To quote Smith, to her boyfriend “sandwiches are like hugs or kisses”, and he agreed to buy her an engagement ring if she made him three hundred of them.
Hmm, sounds less like a cutesy flirtation tactic and more like a lazy schmuck who can’t be bothered getting off his ass to make his own damned sandwich to me!
One of the quotes from Smith’s blog shows the depth of their emotional attachment and her would-be fiance’s romantic streak. ”You’ve been up for 15 minutes and you haven’t made me a sandwich yet?”. Oh lady, that’s quite the catch you’ve got there. He’s a real keeper.
But maybe I’m being harsh. It’s not really my place to judge anyone else’s relationship or how they choose to “show their love”. If it makes her happy to do it, can it really be that bad?
Each to their own, I suppose, but I don’t think I’ll be undertaking the Quest of Three Hundred Sandwiches to prove my love any time soon.